Afternoon light flitted through the window. Winry and Ed had slept in with no plans for the day. Her head on his chest, his breathing slow and even underneath her, eyes closed, his face peaceful at ease. His arm was draped over her back, snuggly fitting her to him. She was tracing lazy circles around his bellybutton. He sighed contentedly, pulling her closer and rubbing her back gently. She closed her eyes and smiled.
She loved the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the feel of his hands. She loved how he smelled sweet and spicy at the same time. She loved his golden hair and the way it splayed around his head when he laid down in bed. She loved the velvet of his voice, his molten eyes with a spectrum of emotion dancing across them, his big toothy grin, his thin lips. She thought his feet were the perfect size. She admired how toned his body had become in the past year. She loved his strong hands, how they were able to create and destroy; it never frightened her. She felt completely secure when she was with him.
She planted a small kiss on his chest and trailed them upwards as she wriggled free of his grip and straddled his waist. She began to suck hard on his neck, smiling when she heard his throaty moan. His hands grabbed her hips when she began to grind painfully slow against him. She kissed up his jawline and captured his lips in hers. He opened his mouth a little for her to have access. She sucked on his bottom lip, biting it playfully. She then forced her tongue into his mouth and slid it underneath his. Their tongues entangled, eyes fluttering shut. His hands found her hair and tangled themselves in it.
Winry was still grinding against him, slow and hard. It was driving Ed insane. He thrust upward in response, whining as he did so. Winry chuckled. "Easy there, tiger." The words ghosted his neck, sending a chill down his spine. She kissed him hard again, his hands sliding down bare skin to her thighs, gripping them tightly. She moaned as he began to grind against her, falling into her rhythm.
She stopped all movement and contact suddenly, causing Edward to whine. She gazed down at him through lidded eyes. His eyes were still closed, brow furrowed, breathing shallow, his jaw slack. She loved him like this. She loved when he needed her, when he wanted her, adored the way she could feel the love with each caress of his hands.
Said hands found their way under her cotton tank top, sliding up her stomach and tickled her sides. Winry squealed at the unexpected attack, and Ed took this moment to flip her onto the bed. He mercilessly tickled up her sides, down her legs, under her arms, giggling devilishly as he did so. Her laughter was absolutely infectious and Ed could not get enough of it.
But, like most tickle attacks, the lighthearted fun soon put Ed's life on the line as Winry's stomach began to ache and she found herself unable to catch her breath.
"E-E-Ed! I can't…BREATHE!" She grabbed his wrists tightly, squeezing until it hurt. "Ed, please," she begged, not enjoying the "loving" way his hands were touching her now. "Ed…I'm warning you!" Her hand snaked up his torso and found the sensitive flesh of his underarm and pinched. Hard. Hard enough to leave a purplish bruise and make Ed wish she had clonked him with a wrench instead.
"WINRY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!"
She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him off her. He lost his balance and tumbled off the bed, landing hard on the floor. She sat up furiously and got to her knees, whipping pillows at him from above. "You ASSHOLE! I told you to stop!" She collapsed into a sitting position, thrusting her hands into her face, sobbing. "Why don't y-ou ever l-l-listen to m-me?" She choked, as he sat up quickly out of concern and confusion.
"Winry…I…But we were...You were laughing!" The hitches of Winry's breath filled the silence.
Before she knew what was happening, he was kneeling behind her, fingers gently peeling her shaking hands from her face to enclose them in his own, lips planting soft kisses on the back of her neck, completely encasing her in a vortex of warmth and affection and undying love. Small kisses were left all over her shoulders and back, her neck, her arms, every place Ed could reach. No words were needed for Winry to know he was sorry. Truly and deeply sorry.
She leaned into him, the back of her head resting on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She squeezed his hands softly in her own. "Ed, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I overreacted." She swallowed. "And I'm sorry for pinching you. And pushing you off the bed. And pillaging you with pillows." A small smile spread across her lips.
"I would honestly take a wrench over you pinching me any day," he confessed, earning a small chuckle from Winry.
They laid down on the remaining pillows, Ed's arm draped over her side, hands interlocked. She kissed the back of his gently, touching her lips to each one of his knuckles. He kissed her temple and the back of her head. Winry treasured this wordless love they had, imagining it must be envied by couples all across Amestris. She sighed deeply as she drifted off to sleep.